Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Post Nine Excerpts of my "found book"

Roy Nadian

Personal voice served as the information.
Can her beauty something famous,
smiled little.
Nadian the mighty has its birthplace.
frozen population forefathers, almost disappeared.
Isolated tribes,
barren lands.

The low, lonely Company disappeared in the Kon night.
This force shares meaning.
The finest Engineers necessary for constructing thought.

                               shook
            sunlight
colored
      memories
                        crossing
              the world.

Nadian eventually murders
his heart.
This brave
        this way
take pride in the era often called.
Yes, yes, build, learn, game, wolves.

Nadian, Nadian hooked wrongdoers, he listened intently.
In skins lead away, many years know allowances.
The benefit with family might be better.

Pointed faces crumble,
permanent damage,
isolated, loneliness...sound of mind and body.

Traveled, but starving to death
investigated during his journey,
he finally explores.

Dangerous missions, his great perils.
All through relatively great wilderness.

Nadian motto: Swinging until gold dust.
He made somebody, Roy.

Unmapped
 reason
saw
              disputed
occasion.

Lonely, could see like jewels in the icy depths...
especially by himself.
Times across spectacular Time.
Warming people blazed pointing.

Said a chief "Control brutal men...
and women."
The original had risen in comfort,
                                             Nadian
in the the wilderness.

The horizon in the midsummer
is a muddy gumbo
in a dark cloud.

His language from hardships presented
beyond a memory.

Jolting men of the traders casinos ruled.
Other men, hesitated, sinister a difficult situation.

Marching toward honor a fire
at the knees. Nadian had done fell dead
in killing.

Slain countless traders
much misery he cried.

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